A Highschool Prostitute...

For the first time in her life, she felt truly powerless, and she hated herself for it.

"Do you understand that, child?" Mrs. George asked, a wide smirk plastered on her face. "It's a good deal, and if I were you, I'd accept it now that I'm still being nice."

Olive remained silent, her gaze fixed on the two envelopes in her hands. Her mind was still processing Mrs. George's words.

How could she be so cruel and she's a woman?

Fine, she accepted her mistake, lying, disguising herself as a boy but how could she turn a deaf ear to the way her reputation was being dragged through the mud because of a prince? But, of course, Olive understood.

In the world of the rich, she was nobody.

Her pain, her suffering, they were considered well deserved.